All of them come for violence. Their horde of faces moves forward. They gather captives like sand.
They make fun of kings, And dignitaries are an object of
laughter to them. They laugh at every fortress, Then heap up dirt and capture it.
Then they fly along like
the wind and pass on. But they will be held guilty, They whose strength is their god.'
Are You not from time everlasting, LORD, my God, my Holy One? We will not die. You, LORD, have appointed them to deliver
judgment; And You, O Rock, have destined them to punish.
eyes are too pure to look at evil, And You cannot look at harm favorably.
Why do You look favorably
At those who deal treacherously? Why
are You silent when the wicked swallow up Those more righteous than they?
have You made people like the fish of the sea, Like crawling things that have no ruler over them?